Much Needed Time Off

K wasn't serious, was he? He couldn't be; he probably still had his divorce on his mind, and now with the new information Hiro had just unloaded onto the blonde he was SURE K wasn't serious. With this train of thought in mind, Hiro never really saw just HOW serious K was until he hovered over his lap, hands on Hiro's hips as he leaned down and pressed lips to lips. It was when the long, blonde waterfall that was K's hair fell down around Hiro's face did the guitarest fully get the picture. Hiro shot up a hand into K's chest, pushing the other man up some. "K wait! I wasn't serious!"

"Then you shouldn't have offered, Hiroshi. It's not nice to tease hungry animals with a nice peice of meat." K frowned a bit as he sat up...more like sat down in Hiro's lap, hands still on the younger man's hips. "Besides, what did you think I was going to do?"

"I don't know...but you're probably not in the mood for this, are you?" Hiro smiled a bit, hopefully.

K just stared down at Hiro with a serious expression. "See this?" He pointed towards his face. "This is my serious face. And besides, after everything you just downloaded into me AND last night, you're telling me YOU DON'T want me?"

"I didn't say that...it's just..the other night...I didn't think we'd take it so far, is all...and I flipped out cause I thought you were still..ya know...straight and maried."

"Oh..." K sat there for a moment, then inwardly grinned, evily, to himself. He sighed and moved off of Hiro's lap onto his legs, shaking his head. "Man, you're right...all of the crap that's going on, this should be the last thing on my mind."

"Exactly." Hiro sat up a bit, partially releived.

"Besides, who in their right mind would EVER, EVER want to do anything with an old fart like me?" K sniffed a bit and closed his eyes. "You probably weren't even telling the truth to me, were you? You were probably just trying to cheer me up. I get it..."

"Wha...what?! You think I was lying to you?" Hiro knitted his eyebrows and sat straight up, almost face to face with the blonde. "I told you the truth, dammit!"

"And here I thought maybe...SOMEBODY, still found me attractive..."

"You ARE!"

K kept going like he didn't hear the younger man. "That somebody still found me...desireable.."

"K!"

The blonde sniffed a bit harder, his bottom lip trembling slightly as he bit down on it. "That SOMEBODY still...WANTED me." K made sure his eyes watered up a bit as he looked away, catching Hiro's expression out of the corner of his eye. The young man looked like a cross between horrified and guilty, and the small demon inside K's mind chuckled. Damn was Hiro a sucker for reverse pyschology. He stood up from where he sat and walked towards his bedroom. "But I guess not..excuse me while I go into my cold, empty bedroom and...be alone."

5...4...3...2..

A hand latched onto the back of his shirt and pulled him backwards, and two arms wrapped around his waist tightly. "Dammit K, you know I don't lie! It's just that..!" the voice next to K's ear stopped, and he felt Hiro lean his forehead against his shoulder.

"...That?"

"I...don't want to be used. I don't want to be a pity fuck or a replacement."

K blinked before he looked back behind his shoulder. "Hate to tell you this, buddy, but you're lacking a few things in order for me to compare you to Judy."

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" The arms around his waist squeezed tighter. "And besides, you're...not even..." The rest of Hiro's sentance trailed off into a mumble. K could feel Hiro's blush through his shirt.

"What was that?" K smirked to himself.

"I said, you're not even...attracted to me, are you?....you don't even like other guys, Suichi told me...that's why I didn't...say anything." Hiro's voice trailed off into a mumble again, and K sighed as he leaned his head back and crossed his arms.

"I gotta admit, Hiroshi, I sure wasn't expecting this kind of admission...and no, I don't usually go for guys..."

Hiro squeezed his eyes shut. He knew the idea of being with K was too good to be true. "Yeah...I thought so." Hiro began sliding his arms away before he was stopped as K grabbed his wrists.

"BUT...I'm willing to make an exception." K tilted his head to the side a little with a sigh. "Besides...especially now, it's nice to know at least SOMEBODY still wants me around." K squeezed hiro's wrists slightly before he let go out them and stepped out of Hiro's grasp. "I'm going to go take a shower. You don't have to stay here if you don't want to."

Hiro watched K step away from him into his bedroom, and the guitarest stood there for a moment before he stepped into the doorway. K had picked up the pair of jeans he wore to the club the other night off of the floor, and had already disppeared into the bathroom. Great, now what? He was about to turn and leave when a row of pictures on K's bookshelf caught his eye, and he wandered over to them. K's bedroom was...pretty boring, really. A plain looking bed...beige carpeting, white walls. the only thing that really stood out was a picture over his bed was some guy named Van Gogh called "starry night". It was pretty, though, but aside from the lone bookcase on the far wall was the only colourful thing in the room. Hiro stopped in front of the pictures, ignorant for the time being to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

There were only a few, maybe five or six, and only two of them featured K. Hiro was never sure just how much older the blonde was than himself, seeing as K never mentioned it to anyone, but he hadn't changed over the years. The only real difference Hiro could see in the pictures was the ever growing length of K's hair. He was looking at one that he assumed was K's wedding day, and was too engrossed to notice the shower had stopped running, and a minute later soft footsteps walking up beind him.

"What're you looking at?"

Hiro jumped slightly at the voice that was right by his ear. "Wow, that was a quick shower."

"More than five minutes is a waste of water." K leaned over Hiro's shoulder, looking up at the pictures. "what're you doing?"

"I was just looking at your pictures." Hiro pointed up at one as he tuned to look back at K. "How old were you in this..." Hiro's sentane trailed off as he stared at the blonde man behind him.

Most people, fresh from the the shower, are mostly dry. This wasn't in K's case, as his still wet hair clung to his back and shoulders, leaving rivlet's of water running down his chest and arms. His skin was slightly paler than hiro would have guessed, and faint ghosts of muscle ran under the skin. K shifted a bit as he started drying his hair out with his towel, his eyebrows knitted a bit. "I think I was about your age, a little younger...but that was taken, God, forever ago. That was my best friend Bobby and this is...what?"

Hiro stood there, his face slightly pinkened and his eyes a little wide as he continued roving his eyes up and down K's body. It took the guitarest a moment to realize what he was doing before he snapped his eyes away, fully blushing. "Uh, sorry."

"You act like you've never seen me half naked before." K waited for the snappy comebacks that Hiro was so well known for, but when a second or two of awkward silence passed K inwardly sighed. "Anyways, I'm out so if you need to use it, feel free." He turned around to walk towards his dresser when he was stopped, once again, by Hiro tugging at a belt loop. "Yes?" He watched the younger man walk around in front of him, face red and eyes adverted. Hiro stood there for a moment before, quicker than K would have given the boy credit for, K felt the guitarest's lips against his own and two, very eager hands grabbing at his hair and pulling him down. He could feel the boy's body against his own, and teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. K sighed; couldn't the kid make up his mind? He opened his mouth a bit to allow Hiro entrance, and K could feel Hiro's tongue slip inside and caress his.

What was he doing? Hiro's mind told him to stop, his body told him to keep going, and he wasn't sure which one he wanted to listen to. His was fine, perfectly in control, until K had to trounce around his own apartment half naked and soaking wet. It was only when K allowed him to deepen the kiss, and he felt the blonde's hands back at his hips, pulling him closer, did he make up his mind. He broke the kiss only for a moment to catch his breath. "K?"

"Yeah?" K nipped slightly under Hiro's neck, savoring the way the boy smelled. Hiro turned the both of them, and in a second K felt the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed, and he sat down on it with a plop. Hiro stood over him, his eyes half shut and mouth slightly open as he breathed.

"You're going to have to take another shower after I'm done with you."

K had to laugh to himself, partially at Hiro's words, but mostly at the commanding way the boy had put it. "Are you serious? You can't blame me for you being drunk this time, you know..."

"You see this?" Hiro pointed at his face, one eyebrow lifted. "This is my serious face."

K smirked as Hiro used his own words against him, a smile also lifting to the boy's face. "Well..." he took the towel in his hands and tossed it on the floor, his eyes half closing as he looked up at Hiro. He WAS planning on getting a headstart reading over the divorce papers, signing them, planning what was going to happen next with himself, and Hiro, and his son, and yadda yadda yadda... the look on Hiro's face told him they could wait. He watched the auburn haired boy take off his jacket and toss it to the floor next to K's towel before Hiro crawled into his lap and dug his hands into his hair. He rested his hands on Hiro's hips again with a chuckle. "We'll see.."
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AN- if anyone can tell me which movie that line (see this? this is my serious face) comes from, you get a cookie. :P